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Jul. 18th, 2018 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joegodaHey there... it's been a while. You know that baby sibling of LJ and Dreamwidth? It's become a bit of a monster. I know, I know... we can only control the things that we, personally, do or think or say. Yeah, yeah.
I got to thinking bout that. The crowd... and I mean that quite literally, over at that other place is like hanging out at a Karaoke bar... worse, it's like hanging out at a bar that hosts Karaoke on only some days. The sound is always too loud or off tempo or just too frigging loud and there are so many folks that just want to talk but can't so they end up shouting and there are just so many that want to sing and they just end up shouting....
So I had to leave. Yes, I picked up my toys and walked away. Not sure for how long, but my blood pressure and general attitude toward humanity could only take so much. Such stupid, stupid people.. and so many of them wanting to stay that way.
Not saying I'm any better.. wait.. yes I am. Dammit! I do not and will not support anyone who knowingly walks into the room saying that they are the greatest, the best and the most... anything and then turn around and Mr. Hyde themselves to show they are actually the worst, most terrible and least... anything. Nor can I support those who support those. Take off the blinders of the Jim Jones like behavior before you walk over the cliff! I mix metaphors like Kool-aid and cyanide. See what I did there?
So, I'm back... for a bit. Let's see how I hold up without the constant and sometimes instant response of a pancake of babble. Not a tower, because towers are tall things, and it's already been done. Facebook is, indeed, a marvelous thing. The concept, however, has been brought low... to the level of a... well.. you know. Pancake, in case you didn't.
Looking forward to writing a bit.
A recent Idea I had was for a starship, heading out, out, out to another home, or a new exploration, or just to go... like meeting the neighbors. It's about the crew, most of whom wander their daily lives, doing their daily things in a manner that indicated that it was more than routine... it was the way things were.
Something happens and a rumor starts to spread through the ship. What if, some postulated, that their lives weren't real? What if, some murmured, that the lives they were living weren't lives at all.. that the lives were really recorded memories, played back, day after long day.
Preposterous! returned the rejoinder. What would be the reason? What would be the purpose? And who?
Ah, nodded conspiracy faceted minds, who indeed? As to what the purpose might be, let's look at that. What is it that is done every day... every single day?
After some head scratching and shoulder shrugging the answer came. Running the ship, of course.
And in truth, that is exactly what they were... the encapsulated memories of folks long dead, making decisions and deciding actions that required human minds and human creativity.
It never was understood how to put creativity into robotic minds, no matter that those mechanical wonders were lightning fast and millions of bytes beyond the capacity of the three and a half pound of flesh that sits between the ears of most humans.
So, with the advent of multi-dimensional crystalline storage, it became possible to record and preserve the personalities, the core personality, if you will, of individuals, and interface those personalities with the fantastical electronic brains in such a way that the two parts became much much more than the parts.
Who would possible create a technology to preserve a person, if you will, in crystal? The funeral homes made a killing. Grandma talking on her tombstone. Yes indeedy. Some undertaker slaving away in his basement in upstate New York, undertook a bit of this, a lot of that, and some serious usage of his background in quantum states created a way to talk to the dead after they were dead. Not surprising, that man became obscure in the way that the man who invented windshield wipers that pause became forgotten.
Snead and Sons, LLC, owned the patent. Biggest funeral home in Syracuse, New York and soon, biggest purveyor of Video Resurrection Technology in the world. Pretty much the only one, as the creation of the crystalline structure was kept such a close secret that it was nearly fifty years before the processes were duplicated and modified and after some lengthy court battles that Snead and Sons, LLC, lost (and they won quite a few, too) there came competitors.
Who were soon bought out, by Snead and Sons, LLC.
But wait! See, Snead and Sons, LLC, for as smart as their lawyers were, were not terribly smart when it came to creativity. They were, after all, caretakers of the deceased and that doesn't require creativity. Well... maybe some creativity when it comes to making Gramps look happy that he has moved on to that great fishing spot in the sky, but no creativity at all when it comes to thinking, "Hmmm.. what if we applied this to a field where long distances and time is required. Where a normal human would go crazy or even, you know, died? What if this bubble memory human being were put in charge of running a star ship, where the processes were pretty much the same, day after day and it was only in extreme circumstances that a leap of cognitive creation would be required. Something that those tin can brains had yet to accomplish, no matter that they wrote some of the worlds greatest sonnets. When faced with two equally challenging... er... challenges, those amazing robots would freeze, metaphorical gears grinding to a halt, unable to turn left or right, forever."
Fortunately, if you look at these things being fortunate, there was such a human brain that made this leap of cranial deduction and asked himself this very sort of question, but probably using fewer words.
Franklyn (yes, with a 'y') Badger III (yes, the III) thought those thoughts right after losing a lawsuit brought against him for patent infringement. Granted, it was a few days right after, and he had to remember what he had imagined stone drunk on some very good whiskey. Luck would have it that one of the napkins, from one of the dozen or so bars he wandered into, had been stuffed in his shirt pocket and contained the three words "Bubble wrapped space"
And that, as it has been said by more and better people than I, was that. Frank Badger created "BWS Memory Storage" and sold the concept to a fledgling private space corporation who wanted to get in on the ground floor of the "Let's see what all these Exo-planets are all about" movement. He had made enough changes in his processes that it was not quite indistinguishable from Snead and Sons, LLC's processes, but the fact that nowhere in the wording of the patent were dead people mentioned gave him just enough leverage that he won his lawsuits when they inevitably came. His memory bubble process was exclusively for Space Research, not preserving G'nanas image so little Timmy could have nightmares of Granny digging herself out of the ground. No sirree.. he made his lot for Science!
So, I'm thinking about doing a story or a book or something based upon this idea. And Sid is still hanging back there somewhere. I'm afraid I'd have to dig him out of cold storage and start from the beginning. Not writing all of it... just re-posting so I can remember where I'm at and what he was doing.
So yeah.. I'm back again, from outer space. Kinda hoping I'll stick around for a bit.
I got to thinking bout that. The crowd... and I mean that quite literally, over at that other place is like hanging out at a Karaoke bar... worse, it's like hanging out at a bar that hosts Karaoke on only some days. The sound is always too loud or off tempo or just too frigging loud and there are so many folks that just want to talk but can't so they end up shouting and there are just so many that want to sing and they just end up shouting....
So I had to leave. Yes, I picked up my toys and walked away. Not sure for how long, but my blood pressure and general attitude toward humanity could only take so much. Such stupid, stupid people.. and so many of them wanting to stay that way.
Not saying I'm any better.. wait.. yes I am. Dammit! I do not and will not support anyone who knowingly walks into the room saying that they are the greatest, the best and the most... anything and then turn around and Mr. Hyde themselves to show they are actually the worst, most terrible and least... anything. Nor can I support those who support those. Take off the blinders of the Jim Jones like behavior before you walk over the cliff! I mix metaphors like Kool-aid and cyanide. See what I did there?
So, I'm back... for a bit. Let's see how I hold up without the constant and sometimes instant response of a pancake of babble. Not a tower, because towers are tall things, and it's already been done. Facebook is, indeed, a marvelous thing. The concept, however, has been brought low... to the level of a... well.. you know. Pancake, in case you didn't.
Looking forward to writing a bit.
A recent Idea I had was for a starship, heading out, out, out to another home, or a new exploration, or just to go... like meeting the neighbors. It's about the crew, most of whom wander their daily lives, doing their daily things in a manner that indicated that it was more than routine... it was the way things were.
Something happens and a rumor starts to spread through the ship. What if, some postulated, that their lives weren't real? What if, some murmured, that the lives they were living weren't lives at all.. that the lives were really recorded memories, played back, day after long day.
Preposterous! returned the rejoinder. What would be the reason? What would be the purpose? And who?
Ah, nodded conspiracy faceted minds, who indeed? As to what the purpose might be, let's look at that. What is it that is done every day... every single day?
After some head scratching and shoulder shrugging the answer came. Running the ship, of course.
And in truth, that is exactly what they were... the encapsulated memories of folks long dead, making decisions and deciding actions that required human minds and human creativity.
It never was understood how to put creativity into robotic minds, no matter that those mechanical wonders were lightning fast and millions of bytes beyond the capacity of the three and a half pound of flesh that sits between the ears of most humans.
So, with the advent of multi-dimensional crystalline storage, it became possible to record and preserve the personalities, the core personality, if you will, of individuals, and interface those personalities with the fantastical electronic brains in such a way that the two parts became much much more than the parts.
Who would possible create a technology to preserve a person, if you will, in crystal? The funeral homes made a killing. Grandma talking on her tombstone. Yes indeedy. Some undertaker slaving away in his basement in upstate New York, undertook a bit of this, a lot of that, and some serious usage of his background in quantum states created a way to talk to the dead after they were dead. Not surprising, that man became obscure in the way that the man who invented windshield wipers that pause became forgotten.
Snead and Sons, LLC, owned the patent. Biggest funeral home in Syracuse, New York and soon, biggest purveyor of Video Resurrection Technology in the world. Pretty much the only one, as the creation of the crystalline structure was kept such a close secret that it was nearly fifty years before the processes were duplicated and modified and after some lengthy court battles that Snead and Sons, LLC, lost (and they won quite a few, too) there came competitors.
Who were soon bought out, by Snead and Sons, LLC.
But wait! See, Snead and Sons, LLC, for as smart as their lawyers were, were not terribly smart when it came to creativity. They were, after all, caretakers of the deceased and that doesn't require creativity. Well... maybe some creativity when it comes to making Gramps look happy that he has moved on to that great fishing spot in the sky, but no creativity at all when it comes to thinking, "Hmmm.. what if we applied this to a field where long distances and time is required. Where a normal human would go crazy or even, you know, died? What if this bubble memory human being were put in charge of running a star ship, where the processes were pretty much the same, day after day and it was only in extreme circumstances that a leap of cognitive creation would be required. Something that those tin can brains had yet to accomplish, no matter that they wrote some of the worlds greatest sonnets. When faced with two equally challenging... er... challenges, those amazing robots would freeze, metaphorical gears grinding to a halt, unable to turn left or right, forever."
Fortunately, if you look at these things being fortunate, there was such a human brain that made this leap of cranial deduction and asked himself this very sort of question, but probably using fewer words.
Franklyn (yes, with a 'y') Badger III (yes, the III) thought those thoughts right after losing a lawsuit brought against him for patent infringement. Granted, it was a few days right after, and he had to remember what he had imagined stone drunk on some very good whiskey. Luck would have it that one of the napkins, from one of the dozen or so bars he wandered into, had been stuffed in his shirt pocket and contained the three words "Bubble wrapped space"
And that, as it has been said by more and better people than I, was that. Frank Badger created "BWS Memory Storage" and sold the concept to a fledgling private space corporation who wanted to get in on the ground floor of the "Let's see what all these Exo-planets are all about" movement. He had made enough changes in his processes that it was not quite indistinguishable from Snead and Sons, LLC's processes, but the fact that nowhere in the wording of the patent were dead people mentioned gave him just enough leverage that he won his lawsuits when they inevitably came. His memory bubble process was exclusively for Space Research, not preserving G'nanas image so little Timmy could have nightmares of Granny digging herself out of the ground. No sirree.. he made his lot for Science!
So, I'm thinking about doing a story or a book or something based upon this idea. And Sid is still hanging back there somewhere. I'm afraid I'd have to dig him out of cold storage and start from the beginning. Not writing all of it... just re-posting so I can remember where I'm at and what he was doing.
So yeah.. I'm back again, from outer space. Kinda hoping I'll stick around for a bit.
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Date: 2018-07-22 03:24 pm (UTC)Kinda hope you do too. I rarely post anything of social substance on FB because I am a preacher who has surrounded myself with choir, what I have to say is going to fall on wholly receptive ears, and if it does reach beyond into the wider world, what of that? Logic and reasoning have no room in our society, let alone social media, so I will change no minds. And I'm certainly not going to stand at the mic in a karaoke bar (to borrow your metaphor) and and shout to a room of (mostly) strangers my more personal thoughts and feelings.
If you want to chuckle at what I'm thinking in any given moment, FB. If you want to know what's really going on, DW.
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Date: 2018-07-23 01:47 am (UTC)I do hope you stick around.